Oh wait – the original song said “USSR,” didn’t it?
No thanks to Delta Airlines, we MADE it back to the USA. A day later than originally planned and while I had originally said when I discovered Delta had rearranged our return flight FOR us (without asking, I might add) that there were worst places to be stuck for an extra day than Marrakesh, that was BEFORE I contracted “turista” of some vicious stripe.
Then again, all things considered, stuck in Marrakesh at the Moroccan House Hotel IS better than stuck at a failing casino in Atlantic City…
So a few days to recover from jet lag here in the land of the free and the home of the robust WiFi and there will be a lot of catching-up done!
Gee it’s great to be back home… home is where I want to be, yeah… I’ve been on the road so long, my friend… (sorry – everything a song cue – something that probably drove poor Pony mad (as in crazy – not as in MAD, the common abbreviation for Moroccan dirham, the name of their currency)(sorry again – I know the jokes aren’t as funny if they have to be explained).